Caught Harold and Kumar with the guys (and gals) at the theatres last night. Not a very family friendly show, but it's pretty hilarious. I like the poem from the movie though -
The Square Root Of Three
I fear that I will always be 
A lonely number like root three 
A three is all that's good and right, 
Why must my three keep out of sight 
Beneath a vicious square root sign, 
I wish instead I were a nine 
For nine could thwart this evil trick, 
with just some quick arithmetic 
I know I'll never see the sun, 
As 1.7321 
Such is my reality, 
a sad irrationality 
When hark! What is this I see, 
Another square root of a three 
Has quietly come waltzing by, 
Together now we multiply 
To form a number we prefer, 
Rejoicing as an integer 
We break free from our mortal bonds 
And with a wave of magic wands 
Our square root signs become unglued 
And love for me has been renewed.
Friday, May 09, 2008
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